| Bitch, I shine all day, young alaska
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| I ain’t said shit to yo' ass, why you gassed up (Brrap, brrap)
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| Who the biggest loser, my pocket, he’s a fat fuck
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| Do it on the floor but I’m not finna help yo' ass up
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| Bitch you was flat, all of a sudden you got a fat butt (Woah)
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| I’m with Judy, 'cause Ruby just wanna act up (Hey, hey)
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| I be on the lookout when I’m picking the pack up (I do)
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| I like to spend a lot 'cause I run it all back up (I do)
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| Let’s talk about your bitches, better yet the lack of
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| The bitch a lil' parrot, probably want this cracker
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| My number one fan telling hoes we dapped up (Uh, uh)
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| That shit finna get the boy the cheeks to clap up (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| I cannot choke smoke, I give a fuck if she want me (I give a fuck)
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| My lil' lady cook when I’m hungry
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| This is no joke, you bitches extra baloney (Bitch, you goofy)
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| Indica, medicinal on me
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| That’s that pope dope, I threw some cake at the blood
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| These bitches hood wings
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| I think I’m the greatest because that’s what I should think (For sure)
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| Ain’t no debating lil' bruh, she told yo' ass she finna leave and now I’m
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| raking it up (Haha, ha)
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| I’m not your homie you can hope though (Fuck no)
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| She took it down, down on me, that’s a low blow (Woah)
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| I do my damn thing, I don’t do the po po (The po po)
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| I got 'em rolling in the grave, I would hope so (Show up, yeah)
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| I ain’t tryna make mistakes rookies make, rookie Chase (What)
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| Throw yourself up with this cookie cake, took me days (What)
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| I been mackin since the boogie face, whoopsie daisy
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| This B give me stanky pussy face, ain’t this crazy
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| Uh, I got a hell of a job
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| Uh, If I go broke, then I’m ready to rob (Hey)
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| Who’s that who be twisting the knob (Who is it)
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| I love my fans, they treat the boy like he god (Yeah)
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| Chase you going crazy again, but (Duh hoe)
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| Bitch my momma made me to win (What)
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| Run the track back, she gon' play me again
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| I might, pipe some and it made me your friend, uh (Uh-oh)
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| Big rack, got some D’s on that bitch
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| Apple pie, with the cheese on that bitch (Yeah)
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| Itching to meet me, I’m flicking fleas off a bitch
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| I’m a nature boy, baby, brought some trees on the trip, yeah (Yeah)
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| (Chase you going crazy again, but)
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| (Bitch my momma made me to win, what) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shake Junt, artist - hooligan chase. Album song Bodyache, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп